The Final Kill
Archers come now, raise your bows
Stand your ground
Take careful aim, let movement flow
Focus on your heartbeat's sound
Loose your arrows rain down death
Before you take another breath
The battle lines are closer still
Closing for the final kill
Not much left between you now
Stand your ground
Fearsome Hoofbeats, rumbling sound
Hear your own red lifeblood pound
String a flight and pull again
Piercing shafts fall like rain
The battle lines are closer still
Closing for the final kill
Look to your flank they're coming through
Stand your ground
Just make sure that your aim is true
Let this become their funeral mound
Hope that you have time enough
To halt them ere the final push
The battle lines are closer still
Closing for the final kill
When at last the battle ends
You stood your ground
And you mourn the loss of friends
The day is yours, you should be proud
The enemy lie broken, dead,
They stand no longer, not a threat
In battle death has drunk its fill
And closed in for the final kill.
All Works are © Original Author
(OC Author - Jez Lawrence)